They took extra classes as usual during the holidays, and Wan Qiu still did not give up the possibility of skipping a grade.
Wan Qiu noticed that Chu Yigui seemed to have started reading novels.
When Wan Qiu saw Chu Yigui, who always liked to study, often looking at his mobile phone, he stretched his neck curiously to take a look.
"Are you learning to write novels?" Wan Qiu could only think of this possibility.
"I'm understanding. From my perspective, it's difficult to piece together a whole novel directly from what you wrote in your notebook." Chu Yigui turned his eyes away from his phone.
After Wan Qiu had a frank discussion with Chu Yigui, he felt that the contents of the book seemed not so important.
"Do you have to write the novel?" Wan Qiu asked hesitantly.
Chu Yigui paused, and was silent for a long while before saying, "I just want to know how lucky I am now."
Wan Qiu didn't understand.
"I don't want to suffer, but I cannot help but understand suffering." Chu Yigui said slowly.
Wan Qiu looked at Chu Yigui and suddenly thought of what Yang Xiaoyu had said.
Yang Xiaoyu said that Chu Yigui is a very serious person.
This is probably a sign of seriousness.
"But you look very unhappy." Wan Qiu said.
Chu Yigui seemed more like he was studying something rather than reading a novel.
Looks like... not enjoying it.
"Every time Wang Yue talked about novels, he was very happy." Wan Qiu can still recall Wang Yue's expression.
They were discussing the contents of the novel with great excitement, their happiness kept exploding like little fireworks, their eyes full of love.
"Hmm... it's still interesting." Chu Yigui rubbed his brows, "I can see all kinds of characters and different representations of the world... Hmm..."
Wan Qiu vaguely felt that Chu Yigui probably really didn't like him.
Wan Qiu didn't mean to deny it: "I just said that Wang Yue liked it very much, and it was Wang Yue who suggested that I tell you about it."
Chu Yigui was stunned: "She knows too?"
Wan Qiu shook his head. He did not tell Wang Yue the specific content, but just said what Wang Yue complained about.
Chu Yigui looked at Wan Qiu talking incoherently about Wang Yue.
This friend who has nothing to do with him and whom he cannot get involved with is actually influencing Wan Qiu unknowingly.
Wan Qiu was also helped.
It also helped him indirectly.
Vaguely, Chu Yigui thought that maybe he didn't have to participate in all of Wan Qiu's life, and he didn't have to be so nervous and worried about being left behind by Wan Qiu.
In fact, he was the one who was truly led to grow together.
"You have made a very interesting friend." Chu Yigui said finally.
Wan Qiu smiled and said, "Yes, Wang Yue is very interesting."
Even though it had nothing to do with him, Chu Yigui was willing to see Wan Qiu smile like this.
Just like an unknown small wild flower that accidentally blooms in the gap between the asphalt road and the curb, it brings a unique and tiny surprise to passers-by.
Wan Qiu suddenly said: "If this is really a book, Wang Yue said I must be the villain."
Chu Yigui thought for a moment and said, "If you can't see the whole story, you can't tell the protagonist. If it's a group portrait, it's possible."
"Can a person who has done many evil things also be the protagonist?" Wan Qiu made this evaluation of himself in his notebook.
“For everyone, their own life is the protagonist.”
"Is that so?" Wan Qiu thought about it and asked, "So, we can't tell whether they are in love or not, right?"
"in love?"
"At first, I asked Wang Yue what love was, and then she recommended these books to me." Wan Qiu said truthfully.
Chu Yigui then remembered that most of the content he had read involved love relationships.
Chu Yigui has never thought about love.
Even if Wan Qiu mentioned it, he couldn't even connect Wan Qiu with love.
"Not all novels have romance." Chu Yigui simply said, "Maybe there will be romance in the content you remember later."
Wan Qiu blinked and asked, "What would you do if you knew who your lover was, Yigui?"
This question is difficult to answer.
Chu Yigui thought for a long time but couldn't give Wan Qiu an accurate answer.
Finally, he just said: "Maybe only after knowing it, we will know what to do."
Wan Qiu just mentioned it casually, without being obsessed with getting an answer.
But when Chu Yigui’s fingers tapped on the article on his mobile phone, he found that he could no longer read the text.
If love is recorded, is it possible to see future love?
Chu Yigui couldn't imagine such a scene at all.
But for some reason, rather than being unimaginable, it feels more like...
Don't want to imagine.
"Wan Qiu." Chu Yigui turned off his phone and suddenly turned his head to look at Wan Qiu. "You said you traveled through the book, so do you have a past life too?"
Wan Qiu was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
Chu Yigui asked: "What was your previous life like?"
Chu Yigui was also very confused. If Wan Qiu had a previous life, why did he look like this now?
Wouldn't it be smarter to have the memory of two lives?
Wan Qiu was sitting cross-legged opposite Chu Yigui at this time, thinking carefully: "I don't remember things from my previous life very clearly. It seems that the more I learn now, the less clear my memory of the past is."
"What do you remember?" Chu Yigui asked.
"I was left to die in the snow. I remember that very clearly."
Suddenly, there was a roar in Chu Yigui's mind.
"What...do you mean?" Chu Yigui heard his own dry voice.
Wan Qiu keenly noticed the change in Chu Yigui's mood and tried to comfort him: "Yigui?"
"Can you tell me clearly?" Chu Yigui held Wan Qiu's shoulders.
Wan Qiu didn't know why Chu Yigui suddenly became unhappy.
But Wan Qiu could read Chu Yigui's eager anticipation.
Wan Qiu organized his words and slowly recounted his past life which was not so deep in his memory and was only vaguely remembered.
Chu Yigui listened quietly.
He could only construct a small, crowded world in his mind.
Wan Qiu was barely able to say anything, mostly just repeated phrases.
But the more blank the picture was, the more Chu Yigui could imagine Wan Qiu being imprisoned.
The most profound memory in Wan Qiu's mind is the starry sky he saw after being abandoned in the snow.
It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen since he was born.
Even at that time, he didn't know what the sky was, what snow was, what cold was, and what death was.
In the end, Chu Yigui held Wan Qiu in his arms.
Wan Qiu looked up in confusion: "Don't you want to listen anymore?"
"It's okay." Chu Yigui's breath blew Wan Qiu's hair.
No matter how much Wan Qiu recalled or how much he said, there was actually no substantial content.
When Wan Qiu talked about the past, his tone was mostly calm.
Suffering became his normalcy.
Chu Yigui happened to recall the painting that Doctor Yan Hua had once done for Wan Qiu.
Chu Yigui retrieved the old records and watched them over and over again.
Chu Yigui became the first person to understand these paintings that Yan Hua and others had not been able to understand.
Those pitch-black and red ones represent darkness and blood.
That thing, which only had a human shape but was eventually covered up, was the mother who had lived forever.
In those unpleasant black paintings...
Chu Yigui saw Wan Qiu’s previous life with his own eyes.
Only after learning about these things did Chu Yigui gradually realize that what they had done in the past had caused far more harm to Wan Qiu than they knew.
This clarity that he relies on was shaped by what kind of suffering.
I originally thought that my guilt towards Wan Qiu was just a small part.
Heartache, guilt, worry, countless complex emotions returned to Chu Yigui's body.
Mixed with the pain that Chu Yigui felt involuntarily.
In the desert, the oasis of hope is cherished and preserved, giving new life to those who are about to die.
The resurrected man made a promise to the god of death to repay the gift of nature.
In the desperate journey, he found the faith that belonged only to him.
——
Yang Xiaoyu was working when he suddenly received a message of special concern.
He immediately stopped the work in his hands, opened his phone, and saw a message from Wan Qiu lying quietly in the group chat.
Wan Qiu: Does my existence make you feel better?
Yang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows.
Soon Wan Qiu sent a new message.
Wan Qiu: If I were a bad kid, a very bad kid, what would you do?
Yang Xiaoyu didn't understand why Wan Qiu suddenly sent these two strange messages. Instead of replying immediately in the past, Yang Xiaoyu called Chu Jianshu first.
The moment the call was connected, Yang Xiaoyu asked: "Have you seen the message sent by the baby in the group? What happened? Did the baby do something bad?"
I don’t know why, but when Yang Xiaoyu thought that Wan Qiu had done something bad, his first reaction was curiosity.
What kind of bad things would her well-behaved baby do?
Chu Jianshu was silent for two seconds and said, "No, Wanqiu and Yigui have been studying at home recently and rarely go out."
Yang Xiaoyu: "Why do you suddenly have this strange idea at this point in time?"
Chu Jianshu answered directly: "I don't know."
Because this question was too abrupt and without cause and effect, it was impossible to judge, so Yang Xiaoyu could only respond carefully.
Yang Xiaoyu: Because of my baby, I feel everything is getting better.
Yang Xiaoyu: Mom is really happy that my baby is back.
Yang Xiaoyu: If the baby does something wrong, mom will definitely be tolerant, no matter what it is.
Wan Qiu quickly replied: This is too much.
Yang Xiaoyu couldn't imagine to what extent Wan Qiu was going too far.
Yang Xiaoyu: Baby, can you give me an example?
Wan Qiu didn't dare to give any examples.
But Wan Qiu was at a loss as he looked at the words recorded in the notebook.
Chu Zhang: Did the little angel Wanqiu do something bad? Why didn't he do it with big brother? Big brother loves to do bad things the most!
Chu Zhang: Wanqiu, is Wanqiu here?
Chu Jianshu: Tell me what it is, I want to see the details.
Yang Ze: I will find a way.
Yang Xiaoyu: Baby? Did you really do something bad? No matter what happened, you must tell mom. You must believe mom.
Chu Zhang: Even if the sky falls, I still have dad to hold it up. If dad can’t hold it up, I still have brother!
Chu Jianshu: Wanqiu, answer the phone.
Wan Qiu did not notice the group chat that suddenly became noisy, and his phone was on silent mode because it was lunch break.
Wan Qiu just woke up from a nap.
Suddenly there was a knock on Wan Qiu's door, and Wan Qiu got up from the bed and went to open the door.
Standing at the door was Butler Bai.
Butler Bai asked respectfully: "Wan Qiu, is there anything that needs help?"
Wan Qiu shook his head in confusion.
"Sorry, Butler Bai." Chu Yigui stood beside Butler Bai at this time. He tilted his head and looked at Wan Qiu. "Did you have a nightmare?"
Wan Qiu nodded.
"It's okay, it's probably just a nightmare." Chu Yigui smiled and said to Butler Bai, "I will take good care of Wan Qiu."
Butler Bai smiled at Chu Yigui and said, "Okay, thank you for your help then."
Chu Yigui stood in front of Wan Qiu: "Excuse me, can I come in?"
Wan Qiu immediately made way.
Chu Yigui replied in the group: Wan Qiu just woke up from a nap and seemed to have had a nightmare. Please don’t worry, I am already by Wan Qiu’s side to comfort him.
Chu Zhang: Doing bad things in dreams, hahaha. Does our little angel Wanqiu only dare to do bad things in dreams?
Yang Ze: Okay.
Yang Xiaoyu said two or three sentences, but Chu Jianshu did not respond.
After seeing that the group that had been buzzing with excitement because of Wan Qiu's news quickly cooled down because of him, Chu Yigui fixed his gaze on Wan Qiu's face again.
Having just woken up from a nap, Wan Qiu seemed to be in good spirits.
A familiar notebook was spread out on Wan Qiu's bed.
"Did you dream about something in the book? Did 'Chu Wanqiu' do something bad?"
The information about 'Chu Wanqiu' that Wanqiu recorded was basically about him doing bad things, but this was the first time that Wanqiu sent a message in the group asking for help after waking up.
This is a manifestation of insecurity.
He must have remembered something important that would directly affect Wan Qiu's mood.
"He's dead." Wan Qiu pushed the notebook to Chu Yigui, "He...died in an empty alley."
The words written in the notebook are a bit sloppy.
Wan Qiu had mixed feelings when he wrote these words.
"What a bullshit rich family, what a bullshit guilt, didn't they just ignore me in the end? If they really felt guilty about me, would they still abandon me? Even if they had to spend all their wealth, they should have let me go first!"
'Why did that damn guy get everything, but I ended up like this.'
"I was born garbage, and I am still garbage even if I am covered with gold."
'The garbage dies in the garbage dump and is destroyed along with the garbage.'
'Chu Wanqiu' was finally found dead in a garbage dump.
It seemed that Chu Wanqiu no longer wanted to live a good life from the beginning.
At the age when he needed to be shaped the most, he was distorted.
He bullies others and wears out the patience of everyone around him, ultimately to prove that what he believes is right.
——He thinks he is trash.
——He thought he was beyond help.
To this end, he did all the sad things and finally got the ending he wanted.
The sad life and extremely paranoid thinking ultimately created a tragic character.
'Chu Wanqiu' died with a smile on his face because he had proved himself to be 'right'.
Beyond that, he won't even accept any results.
He was self-destructive from beginning to end.
Such an ending is not surprising.
Chu Yigui raised his eyes and looked at Wan Qiu, but found that Wan Qiu suddenly dodged after meeting his gaze.
Chu Yigui asked, "Is there anything that hasn't been written down yet?"
Wan Qiu’s thoughts did not escape Chu Yigui’s eyes at all, and he nodded.
"What is it?" Chu Yigui asked.
"He died in revenge." Wan Qiu murmured, with his head lowered, like a child who had done something wrong, even if the wrongdoing had nothing to do with him.
"Being retaliated?" Chu Yigui understood immediately, "Being retaliated by me?"
Wan Qiu nodded.
Chu Yigui didn't find it strange.
He was willing to endure Chu Wanqiu's bullying, but he would not endure it forever.
"If it were me, I would probably only tolerate him for seven years." Chu Yigui told Wan Qiu calmly.
Wan Qiu was stunned.
"I remember this sentence."
Wan Qiu took the notebook again and wrote down a sentence on it.
"I have enjoyed your time for seven years, and I will give you seven more years. From now on, I will not give you the opportunity to bully me again."
Chu Yigui looked at the words and knew very well that this was what he would say.
At this point, the last trace of doubt in Chu Yigui's heart has disappeared completely.
Chu Yigui was vaguely dazed.
He would only give Chu Wanqiu seven years.
But now, he is willing to give Wan Qiu a lifetime.
"It's really a tragedy." Chu Yigui said slowly, not surprised at all.
Wan Qiu felt a little sad.
What he saw was not a real scene, but text.
In these words, he saw a man named "Chu Wanqiu" whose life was denied by himself.
He produced evil fruit and fell into the mud, allowing filth and decay to consume the earth.
He never sowed seeds, he only spread the plague, harboring the greatest malice, hoping to sink with the world.
but……
All his relatives are not having an easy time.
The Chu family, after the death of 'Chu Wanqiu'.
Falling apart.
"Give me this notebook first." Chu Yigui took the notebook in his hand, "Okay?"
Wan Qiu nodded.
Although I don’t know what Chu Yigui is going to do with it.
Even though the notebook had been taken away, the suffocating words still lingered in Wan Qiu's mind.
When Wan Qiu was preparing for the afternoon class that Chu Yigui was going to tutor, he suddenly seemed to hear something.
“Baby, baby!!!”
From far to near, Wan Qiu suddenly raised his head, and at the same time the door of the study was opened directly.
Yang Xiaoyu appeared at the door in formal attire. She looked hurried and had obviously just returned.
"Mom is back, baby!" Yang Xiaoyu suddenly stepped forward and gave Wan Qiu a big hug, so tight that Wan Qiu was almost suffocated by her clothes.
"Mom?" After being released, Wan Qiu asked in confusion, "Are you off work?"
"No, but our baby had a nightmare and wanted to ask for help from mom, so mom must pay more attention to our baby than work!"
Yang Xiaoyu rubbed Wan Qiu's cheeks while looking at his expression carefully.
"You look a little pale. I guess you must have been scared by a nightmare. What nightmare was it? Tell me and I'll help you get rid of it!"
Wan Qiu vaguely felt that Yang Xiaoyu treated him as if he were a child.
But Wanqiu is almost an adult.
"Having nightmares is very common. There is no need for mom to come back because of this." Wan Qiu hesitated, still not wanting to cause trouble for his family.
"That won't do. Our baby's matter is very important."
Yang Xiaoyu looked at Chu Yigui standing beside him. Although he also wanted to get closer to him, but...
However, there was no buts. Yang Xiaoyu also stepped forward and rubbed Chu Yigui's hair. Chu Yigui obediently lowered his head and let Yang Xiaoyu stroke him.
"As soon as I heard Wanqiu had a nightmare, I immediately went to comfort him. Thank you for your hard work, Yigui."
"This is what I should do." Chu Yigui said with a smile.
Wan Qiu felt that Yang Xiaoyu's behavior was making a mountain out of a molehill.
But when Chu Jianshu and Yang Ze came back, Wan Qiu vaguely felt that he had really troubled a lot of people because of his little matter.
Even when Wan Qiu saw Chu Zhang and Zhao Xinghua appear in his sight together, his eyes widened.
"It's great to be in this city during this period of time." Chu Zhang, like Yang Xiaoyu, liked to give Wan Qiu a hug as soon as he came up. "If our little angel couldn't catch up with her for the first time, I would cry."
Wan Qiu was in Chu Zhang's arms, looking eagerly at the expressionless Zhao Xinghua, and found that he also felt helpless.
Wan Qiu thought it was just a simple message.
Wan Qiu never thought that such tentative inquiries were an attempt to gain love.
But everyone discovered it.
Everyone is back too.
Even now, Wan Qiu still clearly remembers the dream he had during his short nap at noon.
The Chu family's disintegration was quiet.
There were only a few simple lines of text left in the silence.
Unlike the chattering of 'Chu Wanqiu' who was always complaining, it was so quiet as if no insignificant connection existed.
There is no reason to communicate with each other.
It was obviously a sturdy building, but it collapsed silently.
Wan Qiu looked at the noisy family members gathered together.
He quietly held her hand: "Mom, Dad, Big Brother, Second Brother... Do you like me?"
"Of course, babe?"
"Who do you like if you don't like our little angel?"
"Um."
“I like it.”
Answer without hesitation.
At this moment, Wan Qiu seemed to be vaguely aware of something.
"Even if it's because of me, is it a good thing that Yigui is not the child of the family?"
Wan Qiu suddenly asked.
Chu Zhang pulled a chair over and sat next to Wan Qiu: "What does it matter? Anyway, the person is still here. I think it's better now. At least I can know what Yi Gui is thinking."
Yang Xiaoyu also smiled and said to Wan Qiu: "Yigui has not left us. This is Yigui's choice, the most comfortable choice for Yigui."
"I'm stupid, different from other kids..."
Wan Qiu's worries were completely beyond the Chu family's thoughts.
What Wan Qiu got was not comfort, but affirmation.
They think Wan Qiu is very smart.
“Has everyone become better since I came here?”
Wan Qiu held the corner of his clothes nervously.
He carefully observed the people around him, waiting for the answer.
Until Chu Jianshu said first: "Wan Qiu, thank you very much for coming back."
Chu Jianshu is not good at sensationalism.
This thank you comes from the heart.
Wan Qiu suddenly understood what Chu Yigui told him.
It turns out he represents better.
'Chu Wanqiu' is truly dead in his own world. He has lived the life he wanted to live.
And now, everything Wan Qiu experiences and sees belongs to him.
It is a 'better' life for him.
Wan Qiu knew clearly that he was Wan Qiu.
This is his life.
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